Sometime During the Night

Sometime during the night I knew what was more right to sing our songs with great yang might and soft yintegrity's not wrongs. We could sustain our notes within this singing circle, whether loud or soft, but not too soft to slowly feel our pitch veer yinly flat. Whether bright or dull, vibrato or flat-line pure linear waves of yang/yin sounds to hear to uniformly match dipolar co-arising and multiculturally mixed. Then, as we listen and sustain, we are free to retain our interdependent voices of dissonance and confluence, of dissent and harmony, of resistance and peace, and also free to change toward growing harmony or growing disharmony. And, as we listen for re-alignments in our ego/eco-voicing stream of time, we grow free to hear with right-hemispheric wholeness of our collective chord changes, fluctuations, together soft, now growing louder, softer, bolder, more peaceful until fading into silent joy, listening to our echoing after-ring power of collective yang/yin reweaving memory. We are no different, on our better win/win communicating days, of listening to curiously understand then actively speaking out and up for ego/ecological resilience timelessly echoing, both vibrato and flat-line peacefully ever mountain/valley after.